18 December 2008
Dear President-Elect Obama,
I drank your koolaid long before most of my friends, and I cried when you won.
I knew all along, though, that the time would come that you would bum me out with some stupid sellout move. I’m fine with most of your cabinet picks, even though they’re not as progressive as I’d like. Still, you’re clearly valuing different ideas and emphasizing brains. I knew it would be painful when my near-perfect evaluation of you would take some inevitable hits, but I was hoping it would come after you at least took office.
Rick Warren? Come on, Barack, you didn’t have to get Jeremiah Wright or an imam, but you didn’t have to get this clown. I know you’re trying to throw the evangelicals a bone, but that mean you have to completely sell out.
I’ll be praying for your redemption.
18 December 2008
Had the privilege last night of watching Chris Paul set the record for consecutive games with a steal. Kudos to Chris, one of the classiest athletes around, and a damn good player. He single-handedly brought me back to enjoying the NBA. Great record, great player.
As lagniappe, we beat the Spurs. I didn’t think we’d pull it off, but this team seems able to come back, even when they seem so stiff and cold through much of the game. I’m not a booer, but I will never forgive Bruce Bowen for last year’s crap, so I really enjoyed ending their 6-game streak. It was the only time one obnoxious Spurs fan behind us shut up.
Courtesy of Gary, who harbors a pretty serious grudge against that city for trying to steal the Saints, comes this nugget about the Spurs’ Matt Bonner, who prefers Minnesota’s food to New Orleans’. Granted, he is, apparently, the “Earl of Sandwiches.” Seems that even if you’re rich, you’re not necessarily sophisticated:
[Minneapolis] Might be the best sandwich city in the country…. They’ve got everything: Subway, Quizno’s, Potbelly’s, Jimmy John’s, Cozy, Panera. You name it, it’s there.
17 December 2008
God, I love turning in my grades for the semester. Now it’s back to reading and posting. Plenty of work to do, but not of the pace I’ve been having. Aaaah.